to sense their touch,
or to feel their presence in our bones?
We long for some communication— some contact with the ones now gone.
We dream of their faces,
their voices and their smiles;
We dream of their love
and their embrace;
We put words in their mouths in
conversations in our heads, and when
we dream, we dream of something
which is gone, and hang our hopes
on empty space.
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